Carl's Poetry
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."
–Anais Nin
- As The World Lay Fast Asleep
- Bad Advice
- The Beatitudes
- Belief - A Journey in Faith
- The Birthday Poem
- A Bitter Pill
- The Dawn
- Give That Fan a Contract - Ode to Rex Barney
- Heartbreak Run
- Hon. Judge John Hathorne
- Immigrant - A Cold War Tale
- Impression
- Leaky Roof
- Let The Games Begin
- Love
- A Masterpiece of Love
- Peaceful Elements
- Perspective
- Powerless
- Psalm to the Sea
- The Rain Band
- Reality
- Reflections Upon Watching a Burning Candle
- Sea
- Sea Song
- St. Michaels, Maryland
- The Storm Chaser - An Ode to My Dad
- Strength in Numbers
- 'Til Death Do We Part
- To Be Spoken at My Funeral
- To Hannah - A Father's Lament
- To Marie
- Voleur
St. Michaels, Maryland
The iron anchor sits,
wasting away, unused.
Thinking back, remembering a time:
Touching rough seas, tasting salt,
Shining silvery in the sun.
Now, rust-rotted, it sits in harbor decaying,
Banished from the sea.The brass bell tolls once more,
loud and low,
Signalling another victory -- the last.
Echoing across the bay and back,
Aging, shrinking away in silence.
No one remembers the glorious sound.
Discolored and dull, it sits in harbor decaying,
Untolled...
